Chapter 41

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​​​​​​‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​​‌​‌‌​‌‌‌‌​‌‌⁠Valancy looked dully about her old room. It, too, was so exactly the same that it seemed almost impossible to believe in the changes that had come to her since she had last slept in it. It seemed—somehow—indecent that it should be so much the same. There was Queen Louise everlastingly coming down the stairway, and nobody had let the forlorn puppy in out of the rain. Here was the purple paper blind